A Fucking Delight

Mr. Finger Fucker looked down at me “Oh yeah bet you’ll be saying that a lot before I’m done fucking you!”

He started moving fast and short in my pussy, making me want to meet this movements, encourage him to go deeper and to fuck me harder. As if he read my thoughts , he did just that and once more I cried out.

“OHMYGODUSEMYPUSSY!!”

Mr. Finger Fucker just laughed and i just ignored Mr. Nerd’s dejected cry. “Damn you never told me to use your pussy all the time I fucked you!”

“That’s because you don’t have what I have to fuck with!” Mr. Finger Fucker claimed as he changed his angle of fucking my pussy, hitting spots that had never had an **** by a cock head before. Then I couldn’t hold back anymore, Mr. Finger Fucker made me drench his hard cock with my cum

“Oh aren’t you the sweetest fucker! Thank you for showing me how much you like what I’m doing to that underused pussy!”

Between thoughts of pure delight I was confused, how did he know my pussy wasn’t that active. I’ve never told anyone. Then an idea formed in a bubble in my mind that broke when Mr. Finger Fucker pulled out only to ram back in deep. I never even realized that I vocalized what I was thinking

“THATFUCKER!”

“No, Miss, it’s Anders not That fucker!”
So now I had the name of the person who was driving me cock crazy and if I was thinking right, the name of who I owed for sending him to me. For a good ten minutes more Anders fucked me and with every thrust I felt my next orgasm building. Then after another hard thrust, I flooded his cock which must have been a triggering point for Anders. No sooner did I finish cumming than Anders growled and began to fill my pussy with long hot streams of his seed.

“Damn Miss, I’m hoping that Mr. F lets me fuck again!”

Then from the bedroom door, “Well if the look on her face means anything, I believe that she would like that!

Through bated breath from both of us, “ Fabian!” quickly followed by “Mr. F!”